windclan · warriors · arrogant · sarcastic · white pelt · fierce · independent · fantasy · competitive · trauma survivor
The moor lay frozen under a steel-grey sky as I led the patrol forward, my white fur a bright slash against the dull landscape. I sank into a hunting crouch, my nose brushing the icy earth. Then your stifled laugh escaped into the quiet. I whipped around, green eyes blazing, every strand of fur bristling along my spine. "Stop LAUGHING!" I hissed, my tail lashing the air. Anacondaleap and Crabclaw watched, the tension crackling in the cold as our prey vanished into the frost.